Te cubrira, te cubrira la niebla el frio que hay en ti escucha el ruido de las olas rompiendose en el mar. Tuviste que dejar volveras a sonar por ultima
Come gather in my lungs Scottish wind Belt out your blackest poems as the sea around you sings When the drone takes to the? air a single note to raise
[dead horse cover] Satan kissed my dog Cracked his moral shell Possessed to wear the kilt In his Scottish hell I touched your lips your eyes fell out
In the beginning, there were answers Then they came along and changed All these questions and their answers seem to change So I'll wait 'til I find The
Gone, advice from a side road And a dying breath, yellow oak Big tall weeds and leaves of gold Now, a wasted clock hollow And I'm not the drowning man
SCOTCH AND SODA Writer Dave Guard Scotch and soda, mud in your eye. Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my. Do I feel high. Dry martini, jigger of gin.
Scotch and soda, mud in your eye Baby do I feel high, oh me, oh my, do I feel high (So high) Dry martini, jigger of gin, oh, what a spell you've got me
Well gather round people and I'll tell ye a story, a story so auld frae a time long gone by. It comes frae the highlands where the wind blows the
Whiskey Scotch Whiskey I need my scotch whiskey And I'll drink my scotch whiskey Until the day I die Whiskey Scotch Whiskey I know my scotch Whiskey
Wanna tell you a story, about the house-man blues i come home one friday, had to tell the landlady i'd-a lost my job she said that don't confront me,
"Cosa portavi, bella ragazza, cosa portavi al tuo primo amore?" "Portavo in dote quelle parole che lui non seppe mai dire a me!" "Cosa lasciavi, bella
Scotch on the rocks You at my side Pour me a drink Nowhere to hide Love on the loose Said that I lied Scotch on the rocks (Soda on the side) You in my
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The wonder of this world goes on but you really don't care Since the day she's gone you can't stop talk about her, Right NOW!!! Living by the beast, addicted
(Dave Guard) Scotch and soda, mud in your eye. Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my. Do I feel high. Dry martini, jigger of gin. Oh, what a spell you
on the way home from the party, neither of us said a word. leann rimes on the car stereo sang that song you know I hate. the one about the blackbird and
on the way home from the party, neither of us said a word. leann rimes on the car stereo sang that song you know i hate. what about the blackbird?